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Wednesday, September 14, 2016

HORDERS

I'm always everywhere watching like shadows of a shadow
Dark places to do the swapping, no need for us to follow
Fading away into nothing, that's why we feel so hollow
Angry factions keep on warring, sowing hatred and sorrow
More distractions for the keeping, calling out for tomorrow
As motorists keep on beeping, strung out, not chilled and mellow
We struggle hard to keep breathing in the neon afterglow
As spirits fade and start leaving from the glitzy off road show 
All history can be deceiving, now that we know what we know
Same patterns keep on repeating, doesn't it add to your woes?

There's no mystery why we keep repeating the same history
The same energy drained out of workers in a factory
The real enemy hordes all resources for the family
Same old strategy: workers' revolt, age old fantasy

There's people doing the same things over and over again
With vultures waiting in the wings as we try not to pretend
Many actors dancing as they sing, just a class clown in the end
Many factors decide what we cringe, write the message then press send
Upload more memes to a flooded walls, eye candy for all our friends
No "I" in "team", time for a big fall, as we start to plot revenge
Freak show, raging individual, rather tear down every fence
Reputation so terminal, witness to all new events
Protector of God's capital, markets will never relent
Seeking more than ever before, out to make many a cent

There's no mystery why we keep repeating the same history
The same energy drained out of workers in a factory
The real enemy hordes all resources for the family
Same old strategy: workers' revolt, age old fantasy

What's the point of making words rhyme? sticking to an old form
Smoke a joint, then rack up some lines, deviate from set norms
Take some crack, then commit thought crimes, walk down paths not well worn
Planned attack with dirt on the mind, soldier on with shoes torn
Been fighting battles against grime since the day we were born
Losing coins, wasting all our dimes, now we feel so forlorn
The main show: a huge waste of time, spectators start to yawn
The critics make much noise and whine, like all the times before
No longer taken for a ride, we break on through the door
No more knots, twisting our insides, silent for evermore

There's no mystery why we keep repeating the same history
The same energy drained out of workers in a factory
The real enemy hordes all resources for the family
Same old strategy: workers' revolt, age old fantasy

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